My Gangster Babysitter
She’s tempting me or punishing me; I’m not sure, but it’s fucking working.
“Kai.” Hunter slapped a hand over my shoulder, perching his cue on the ground. “It’s your turn.”
Hunter and I remained in the gazebo, playing pool, while everyone moved to the bar near the swimming pool.
I set my glass down on the trimmed edge of the table, chalking the tip of my cue as I surveyed what ball I should be hitting. I wasn’t paying attention, and Hunter noticed it.
“Can’t you be more subtle in eye fucking Benny,” he said, amusement lacing his tone.